A few seconds after he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him, there was a fleshly smack and then Andrew yelling, βOuch. What in the hell was that for?β βYour timing sucks on an epic level,β Daemon shot back.
I couldn't stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren't wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes. I needed to stop looking at him in general.
You know what they say about boys next door...
She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.
